Rosalie Hale sat on the old garden bench, reading. At least, to the rest of her family, she appeared to be reading, but in reality, she was trying to distract herself from the scene on the lawn in front of her. Bella was sat with her daughter, shadowed as usual by Jacob, reading an old copy of 'Great Expectations' together; Bella reading the lines of bitter Miss Havisham, and Renesmee of the cold hearted Estella. Not exactly a conventional for a 5 year old girl, but Rosalie wished desperately that she could have been a part of this experience at any point of her life- human and vampire. She knew that it was not physically possible for her to ever have a child, yet this fact did not change the way she felt.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jasper muttering to Emmett. He had clearly felt her sadness and encouraged Emmett to confront her. She smiled up at them both as they approached, although Jasper did not reach her, going instead to stand with Alice as they did most afternoons. Sometimes, Rosalie was jealous of her 'sister', not that she would ever admit, but Alice had probably never had the same longings as she had, as she had no memory of the human emotions which still lived inside her, she was simply content to be with Jasper. Emmett was everything and more that Rosalie had ever dreamed of, but there was nothing either of them could do about...this.

"Hey, Rose," Emmett said, as he sat down next to her, "You want to talk about it?" She shook her head, and he put his arm around her to pull her closer to him. That was one of the (many) things she loved about him- he never felt the need to have to talk about feelings all of the time, and she greatly appreciated it. They stayed like that for several hours, still outside once the late September Sun had set, until Rosalie was aware of another urge, and it wasn't for blood. She stood up, and led Emmett towards their bedroom.

Juliette Banks was in pain. Pain that she had not ever realised existed, until now, anyway. The handsome doctor leaned over her once more, encouraging, helping her, until suddenly it was all over. Her 14-year old body lay still for a moment, relishing the sudden relief that washed over her.

"Congratulations, young lady, you have a baby girl," he said softly as he passed the screaming baby to the nurse stood close by.

She did not respond, except to roll away from Dr. Cullen's angelic voice. They had said that all of the pain would be over now, and it appeared to be, but something bad was going to happen. She knew it was all over the moment the door burst open to reveal her mother standing in the doorframe.

"Hello, ma'am," began Carlisle politely, "what can we help you with?"

"I'm here for Juliette. Her friend, Caitlin, phoned about an hour ago saying I needed to get up to the hospital, to help Julie with the forms." She stopped, and looked at her youngest daughter.

"Julie? Julie, honey, are you OK?" she sat down next to the bed, carefully avoiding looking at the baby in the corner of the room.

"I'm...fine, Ma, I just want to get everything over with," she said, sitting up slightly.

After another hour or so, Juliette was cleaned and dressed, forms filled in, and she stood over the crib where her daughter slept. The pain was back again, but this time it was purely emotional. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned to find Dr. Cullen a few feet away.

"If you want, we can have the family who look after her send you photos and letters. Some of the other girls who've been in your...situation have chosen to do this, but you don't have to."

She smiled a little. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, and left the room swiftly to join her mother who was waiting outside.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen,"

He watched the pair walk out of the building, and his cell phone buzzed suddenly, and was at his ear in an instant.

"Carlisle, its Edward. She's still upset, and Emmett's starting to get worried about her, although I haven't heard any really severe thoughts, and Alice hasn't seen anything, but she's been getting flashes that she can't focus on. Is there anything we can do to help?" This was all said in the space of 2 seconds, and Carlisle's reply was equally fast.

"OK, I'm going to be a little later home today; we had a 14 year old in today, she had a daughter, tiny little thing, and I need to help clean her up until a family becomes availa-" He stopped suddenly, an idea forming in his mind. "Edward, can I call you back in a bit? I've just thought of something for Rose."

"Sure," Edward paused, searching for Carlisle's thoughts, finding what he wanted. "That's a good idea; actually, I'm surprised she didn't think of it."

"Me too," muttered Carlisle as he ended the call, and repositioned himself by the crib of the tiny baby ('Girl, Banks' 29-09-2008 according to her tag) and picked up one of the forms that lay on the desk nearby.